The Favored Heiress
Chapter 402: It Seems You Don’t Miss Me At All

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: It Seems You Don’t Miss Me At All

Wang Yue wiped his face, "Yeah, it seems... it is."

It was more than just anger; the air was almost suffocating with his gloomy aura.

Li Qiao’s fingers caressed the teacup as she gazed out the window, her lips gently curving into a faint smile.

Standing before her, Wang Yue cleared his throat silently and grumbled inwardly, You still have the nerve to smile?

The two of you have a lovers’ quarrel, and the whole office suffers. Unbelievable.

Wang Yue dared not say too much, and just before leaving, he heard Li Qiao instruct him, "You go ahead with your work, don’t tell him I’ve been here."

Let’s call it a surprise for him.

"Alright, Miss Li." Wang Yue complied, his head hanging as he left the office.

Anyway, the boss was in a meeting, with no end in sight.

A couple of dozen executives were there, each being scrutinised for faults, one by one.

Ah, men!

Once Wang Yue had left, the office immediately fell quiet, the only sound was the faint noise of the central air conditioning.

The smell of smoke was thick. Li Qiao stood up to turn on the ventilation system, then moved to the boss’s desk and leaned over to see a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Li Qiao sighed, resting against the boss’s desk, and after contemplating for a few seconds on her phone, she began to send a WeChat message to Shang Yu.

Li Qiao: [What’s baby doing.jpg]

The message sent, it vanished like a stone into the ocean.

Li Qiao waited for three minutes but received no reply from the man, and she couldn’t help but rest her forehead on her hand, pondering how to coax him.

Putting herself in his shoes, if she asked Shang Yu if he wanted to see her and got a ’no’ for an answer, she might get angry too.

And maybe even feel a bit embarrassed and upset for being presumptuous.

Li Qiao’s lips gradually curled into a smile as she looked again at the screen and tapped out two words: Master Yan?

This time, the man replied instantly.

Shang Yu: What are you calling me?

Li Qiao’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she tapped two more words on the screen: Baby!

A minute passed before the WeChat message finally arrived.

Shang Yu: What is it?

Even without seeing him, Li Qiao could imagine the man’s expression at this moment.

Li Qiao, with a faint smile, deliberately sent him another message: I have a business trip to Chong City tomorrow, shall we meet after I’m back?

This time, Li Qiao watched as the words [Typing...] on the screen flashed ceaselessly.

It took a full minute before a single word popped up on the screen: Okay.

Li Qiao covered her face, barely holding back her laughter.

Shang Yu didn’t reply to her message again, and she didn’t send another.

After a short while, Li Qiao walked around the large desk and sat in Shang Yu’s executive chair, starting to play games on her phone.

...

The afternoon sun was dazzlingly brilliant, and the cool air conditioning inside merged well with the fierce outdoor sunlight, neither too cold nor too hot, inducing drowsiness.

So, an hour later, Li Qiao, with her head tilted, dozed off sweetly in the executive chair, her phone resting on her thigh, the game page still lit up, probably from exhaustion.

Shang Yu returned to the office with his strikingly handsome face, keenly sniffing a faint fragrance that lingered almost imperceptibly in the air.

He stood at the doorway of the office, his gaze drifting toward the big desk, where the back of the executive chair faced him and faint, even breathing sounds could be heard.

Moving with quiet steps, he closed the door behind him, leaving Liuyun standing baffled outside, staring at the door, unsure of what to do next.

Shang Yu’s gleaming shoes tread softly on the carpet as he circled the desk, and the figure slumped in the chair came into view.

The gloom that had filled his afternoon cleared in an instant upon seeing her familiar, sleeping face.

The man stood just a step away from the executive chair, one hand in his pocket, his thin lips curving slightly as he stared intently at Li Qiao.

The young girl was sleeping heavily, her head leaning sideways on the chair back, looking as if it was about to slip off when Shang Yu leaned down and his warm palm stopped her forehead from falling any further.

The sudden touch jolted Li Qiao awake immediately.

Her eyes were a little red and bleary as she blinked, breathing in a familiar scent, her cheeks still flush with warmth.

Li Qiao leisurely changed her position in the chair, elevating her eyebrows to see a silhouette bathed in the orange glow of the sunset standing against the light before her.

Shang Yu was leaning forward in front of her, sleeves rolled up, revealing well-defined forearms, and he was holding her head up.

Looking higher, she saw his sharp, sexy Adam’s apple, his collar open with two buttons undone, revealing a hint of collarbone.

Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere oddly silent.

Li Qiao looked up and found herself lost in his dark, inky eyes. Without saying a word, she leaned forward and fell into his embrace.

She wrapped her arms around Shang Yu’s waist, rubbing her face against his chest. "Is your meeting over?" she murmured.

"Yeah," he responded heavily, looking down at her head, stroking it gently before slipping his hands back into his trouser pockets.

Li Qiao tilted her head back against his abdomen, looking up at him with her strikingly clear eyes.

It might have been the intensity of the colors in his eyes, but she couldn’t immediately tell whether he was angry or not.

Li Qiao frowned slightly, "Were you very busy today?"

Shang Yu stood erect, his stern gaze lowered, radiating an air of proud detachment, and said tersely, "Not really."

Li Qiao: "..."

She pushed against his lean waist and withdrew from his arms, relaxing her hands back onto the chair. Her voice a bit pitchy, she glanced at her phone which was on her thigh and casually placed it on the table.

The movement allowed Shang Yu to clearly see the game on the screen.

He narrowed his eyes, a dangerous chill lurking within them.

Good, very good.

She even has spare time to play games!

At that moment, Li Qiao slowly got up, stealing a glance at Shang Yu’s cold, handsome face, and coaxed in a soft voice, "I’ve indeed been quite busy recently, but I..."

Before she could finish, Shang Yu leaned against the edge of the big desk, tilting his head to look at her, his fingers slowly gripping her chin. The pressure was firmer than usual, but not overly so, "Too busy to even want to see me? Five days without a meeting, it seems you don’t miss me at all."

Li Qiao looked at his wrist and leaned the weight of her cheek into his fingers, her voice light and teasing, "How could I not miss you?"

Shang Yu watched her radiant smile, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his thumb caressed her skin, his gaze darkening dangerously, "Then who was it that said on the phone that she didn’t want to see me, hm?"

Leaning forward, half-supported by his chest, Li Qiao smiled cunningly, "I was multitasking at the time and spoke without thinking. I misspoke, so I came specifically to make it up to you."

"How do you plan to make it up?" Shang Yu asked, leaning in slightly, his voice growing huskier.

Li Qiao pulled down his wrist and turned to walk toward the sofa in the rest area.

Picking up the coffee she had bought earlier, she turned back to Shang Yu, feeling the cup, "I bought you coffee, iced Americano, your favorite. But the ice has melted, it might not taste as good..."

The iced coffee had been sitting for a while, and a light condensation had formed on the surface of the paper cup.